It was Friday afternoon, Zara was out of school. Just gotten home from after school . She was tired and hungry, but had no money. Momma left her at 13 for a crack feen. Her father was behind bars before she was even born, so she knew no dad. Was fortunate to have her grandmother, but she lost her, a couple years back due to her battle with cancer. So now the government got her in the system. She was forced to live with a family who treat her nice in public, but behind the curtains is a war zone. Raped by her foster dad; had 3 abortions and currently pregnant by the man she calls dad. Not a biological father but something like it and he can’t even pretend. So here she is hungry, pregnant, and late for work. She drops her books off at home and grabs a bite of her Momma J’s pb & j but her pb & j tastes like shit. It’s a week old and it’s all she has to eat. She can’t even take the smell of peanut butter for nothing anymore with this pregnancy, but every day she craves it. This pregnancy offends her and drains her, but she can’t complain. Hey, it’s one of God’s blessings any way. That’s what she’ll say, but if she even raises her tongue one second to utter one word about the unborn child or this pregnancy, then she’s slapped down. She’s got bruises on her cheeks. She covers it up with Maybelline. Sometimes she could barely see, but in public she fakes a grin or she’ll just end up back on the streets. Momma J don’t play that. Quick to pick up the phone for some bs like if she complains about the way she’s being treated to the social worker, then she threatens to kill her. But yet she still enjoys mistreating her. She knows Zara’s pregnant too. She’s more excited about the baby more than Zara. Shit her husband beats her too, but she plays it off like boo boo the fool. It’s crazy how Zara’s name means “blooming flower” but she can’t even bloom like a flower. Now Zara arrives at work, 15 minutes late. Her boss warns her once more about her tardiness; he’s tired of giving her so many chances due to the fact that she’s pregnant and struggles to pay rent at 17. She pays most of her foster parents bills and still has no place to really call home. Oh how can this be!? Luckily, she works at Wendy’s. That jr. bacon cheeseburger slaps every time. Thank God she can at least get free food for her unborn and self. ‘Cause going home she can’t even get a decent meal. Just coleslaw and bologna is all she’s used to. Old mildew peanut butter and jelly sandwiches too. At least she still gets some kind of food. At work her coworker Dawn who’s jealous of her spits in her food. They get into a brawl. Zara stabs her with a butcher knife then runs her pockets. 300 dollars is enough to get a motel room for the night. But first she must hop on a flight. LA it is; the getaway for the night. She absconded hastily from the scene like if she had forgotten she was pregnant. Before the cops came she was out. On her way to a new city, where life will start a fresh. Luckily she still had a heartbeat and the baby was still kicking. She can’t believe she’s pregnant, a murderer, and just left the crime scene.